HARD WATER LYRICS
Get the CD Insert!Long Time No See
Pawn shop workers all think they can playBlues guitar
Impress you with a signature lick
I sold em some gear that now I miss
Come back in a month
I find that he’s picking on
My old Les Paul
And I think
I got the dough
To get it back
And say...
Hey, long time, no see (2x)
Guitar shop workers all say they can play
Black Flag
I see them there strumming hard
Ramones t-shirt on
I went in there to buy some new strings
He hands me a flyer
Asks me do I wanna go
To his dive bar show
And I think
I just might
Go to it
And say...
Hey, long time, no see (2x)
No man’s ever old enough to know better (3x)
Young man bet you're old enough to know better
Not to do it now
Hey, long time, no see (2x)
Hey, long time, no see
(No man’s ever old enough to know better)
Hey, long time, no see
(No man’s ever old enough to know better)
Pretty Plain Jane
Well the scenesters, they talk it outBehind their glasses and a petty hairdo
I’m in a bind, I’m in a bind
With a rag-tag band who’s two feet off of the ground
The line that’s drawn, ever changing
The bell of the ball, pretty plain jane
Singing songs
Never changes, it never changes
Took some time just to sort it out
Done a handful of shows got 'em under my belt
I must let it ride, just let it ride
'Cause the shoegazers stare, I look, they stare back at me
The line that’s drawn, ever changing
The bell of the ball, pretty plain jane
Singing songs
We play all night to empty barroom seats
The sun don’t shine on this side of the street
Room and board
Add in a small fee
Add it all up
And amongst yourselves you should be free
Ain’t getting paid unless you got the pedigree
So, I’m in a bind, I said I’m in a bind
Cause they talk like a Podunk hamlet
Something to lose
The line that’s drawn, ever changing
The bell of the ball, pretty plain jane
Singing songs, in the room
Pretty plain jane (3x)
Pretty plain jane (3x)
Whoa, Janie, now
Pretty plain jane (3x)
What You Decide
On the way home from splitsvilleIn an hour you’ll be heading Portland bound
Got me feeling next to nothing
'Cause what you’re saying it just ain't right
You’d make a damn good flight attendant
Metal birds they fly above
They say nothing is constant
Except that change comes
I’ll be waiting in line for what you decide (2x)
Doesn’t help I quit the paper
I get along on a shot and a one and done
Thought I’d told you on our first night
I’d told you then I just ain’t right
On a bender on a Thursday
With my friends I plead the 5th
With a drink and stiff upper lip
I wonder where tomorrow comes
I’ll be waiting in line for what you decide (2x)
You can help me Santa Anna help me forget
Cause I got so much work to do on my left
Get me off of this medicine
I told you now I just ain't right
I just ain't right (2x)
I’ll be waiting in line for what you decide (2x)
Wenatchee Eyes
There’s an itch I can’t scratch right there on my prideThere’s no cure for what she gave me down there on the riverside
She said don’t worry, don’t worry
She’ll pass that apple blossom pie
Before we knew it we were right back home
Baby’s rough around the edges
Those Wenatchee Eyes
High-heel shoes and boxed white wine
Started drinking red and it went downhill from there,
She was swaying back and forth on a folding chair
Baby’s rough around the edges
Those Wenatchee Eyes
High-heel shoes and boxed white wine
Sunday morning rolls around, these orchards won’t pick themselves
She said I got to go, got some work to do by myself
She said don’t worry, don’t worry, baby don’t worry at all
If you’re ever lonely pick up the phone and give that 509 a call
Baby’s rough around the edges
Those Wenatchee Eyes
High-heel shoes and PX wine
Baby’s rough around the edges
She gave me those Wenatchee Eyes
There’s no doctor I can find
Baby’s rough
Yes, she’s rough
There is no doctor I can find
Sparks and Shrapnel
She held him with her gazeThen her eyes would just explode
Spew the sparks and shrapnel
That could really mix me up
There was some ebb and flow
But her eyes would just explode
I took cover for awhile
She would hold her cards, close to her navel
Gently let me down at the arts and crafts table
Just like I was Cain, she was clearly Able
My controller screams divert
She was down at checkpoint Charlie
With the allies taking names
I snuck in in a people's wagon
I was going down in flames
'Cause there was no way of knowing
She's siesmic retrofit
My mind was just awash
She would hold her cards, close to her navel
Gently let me down at the arts and crafts table
Just like I was Cain, she was clearly Able
My controller screams divert
Now the damage has been done
She's in full retreat
I need the League of Nations
To come to my relief
Cause there was some ebb and flow
And her eyes would just explode
I said her eyes would just explode
She would hold her cards, close to her navel
Gently let me down at the arts and crafts table
I only had a spoon, she poured it from a label
Now I'm all mixed up, she finally cut the cable
She finally cut the cable, she finally cut the cable
Freedom County
In the spring of '95 a crowd gathered hereWith steely eyes and a mind on seccession
Down the Stilly banks to the Rome Restaurant
They took their oaths, wrote their own laws
Tired of paying tax to the big city folks
Tired of legal devils in black robes
Down in Olympia fighting court
Yeah, it’s gonna be a little while
But liberty bucks don’t pay for the fees
They’d start a revolution then somehow
Take back from the county all the land that’s torn down
They said twelve thousand strong, the long arm of the law
The county and beauracrats combined can’t stop us all
And bring militia in if not by legal means
Till they give us Freedom County 'cause we know they pack heat
Well, Sherriff Bart got word of this
With a clench jaw and balled up fist
A thousand mile line in the sand
Stokes was sent down to make a statement
The local Herald had him pinned
He said rise up boys it’s only the start
They’d settle things the old fashioned way
Irregardless of what police might have to say
He said twelve thousand strong, let’s keep soldiering on
When the system is corrupt you got to manage to take the law
Gonna be a showdown with Sheriff Bart and us patriots in the street
Till they give us Freedom County cause they know we pack heat
They made written threats to governor
Threats of PCP in water
The county on the edge of its seat
He’d start the fire, old Saterlee
With iron grip on the property
Take a map and draw their own lines
Start a revolution here and now
Take back from the county all the land they’re tearing down
Twelve thousand strong, the long arm of the law
The county and beauracrats combined can’t stop em all
Gonna be a showdown with Sheriff Bart and the patriots in the street
Till we give them freedom county cause we know they pack heat
Idle Threats, Cigarettes
You had the weight of a paper airplaneWide eyed naïve and green
Should have never messed with Chasity Johnson
You probably got kicked in the teeth
Well I didn’t know your story was so tragic
To think you were born on new year’s eve
Now looking for your shot a redemption
With that stain on your name
Who knows the murmurings of the grape vine
Amazonian hourglass babe
Pulled you close you thought you could kiss her now
She yelled till she was blue in the face
You could have been every girl’s hero
Crowd of cronies standing by
We made our way back home in the rain now
You would have got kicked in the sweets
Well I didn’t know your story was so tragic
To think you were born on new year’s eve
Now looking for your shot a redemption
With that stain on your name
On the way home you said that this story
That we’d laugh about it some day
Pretty sure I got past that now
They all said you were to blame
Well I didn’t know your story was so tragic
To think you were born on New Year’s eve
Now looking for your shot a redemption
With that ice in your veins
Well I didn’t know
Well, we talked all night with police over those
Idle threats and cigarettes
Talked all night over those
Idle threats and cigarettes
St. Petersburg
Once there was a Sunday sonJust sit and watch the cattails blow
Just another mixed up kid
Couldn't figure out how the sky was so big
Doesn't know the answers
But he still asks all the questions
Does day deserve a night?
Doesn't know the answers
But he still asks all the questions
He doesn't want to fight
You know there was a Sunday sun
He got expelled, but it ain't his fault
It's just a Midwest thing
Just sit and watch the cattails blow
Doesn't know the answers
But he still asks all the questions
Does day deserve a night?
Doesn't know the answers
But he still asks all the questions
He doesn't want to fight
He dreamed of St. Petersburg that night
The snow fell through the lampost light
Love so much like you do at 17, at 17
Once there was a way to get back home
Somebody once said that, they're not alone
Just watch the chimney smoke blow
And wander down that road alone
Doesn't know the answers
But he still asks all the questions
Does day deserve a night?
Doesn't know the answers
But he still asks all the questions
Does day destroy a night?
Doesn't know the answers
But he still asks all the questions
He doesn't know the game
Doesn't know the answers
But he still asks all the questions
He doesn't want to fight
Good Enough
Too late to turn this ship of foolsI’m too far gone
Should have spent my time underground
Or solid ground, solid ground
I could leave here today
Bury the hatchet be safe
Barely breathing is
Good enough for now
And I won’t be here for long
Just rest my body
Among petty thieves and reveries
I lay me down, lay me down
I could leave here today
Bury my sorrows be safe
Barely breathing is
Good enough for now
I could leave here today
Drown my sorrows be safe
Cause there aint nothing
In the world left to find
That I ain’t already mind
Barely breathing is
Good enough, good enough, good enough for now
I’m standing, naked at the station
Gonna, take this message, give some information
Make your cold, hard initiation, draw some nazca lines
My, my momma taught be better
Oh I here ya calling me from afar sometimes
And I need it in a different life
What they say is what a wounded sleeve I be
And I keep moving, keep moving me
Aspartame
You say there'll be no painLike a shot of novacaine
Yes you do, yes you do, yes you do
Prophetic and profane
Served cool like Solarcaine
Yes you do, yes you do, yes you do
You keep on feeding me
Filling me up with tiny lies, little lies
Oversized bottle of champaigne
No sugar just aspartame
Aspartame
You tell me about my fame
Over cheese, wine and cocaine
Yes you do, yes you do, yes you do
You keep on bleeding me
Bleeding me dry with little lies
You keep on feeding me
Filling me up with little lies, tiny lies
Sold my soul to arrive here
I bought your line free and clear
Put all of that in my ear
Tell me just what I want to hear
What I want to hear is everybody, everybody
You give me songs to sing
I can't unwrap the cellophane
Yes you do, yes you do